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GIFT ME

They asked me

"Why are you shouting??”
Alas
I couldn’t explain
That I was trying to sing…



Oh!!! Gift me a voice…
Gift me a voice so sweet…
That would turn my cries
Into a charming song…


I wish
I were a cuckoo
Hiding among the leaves
And shouting loudly
To have my heart light…



And people would
Take me to be singing
And praise me
For my hitherto sweetest song…



Oh!!! Just gift me
Just gift me a sweet voice…

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